And—
“Yes, that is true,” said the Sausage, “why should I be stuffed with meat and barley-meal for other folk’s feasting?”
So the three being all of a mind, they settled to travel the same road together.
Well, they went on and on and on, until, at last, they came to a deep forest, and, by and by, whom should they meet but a great red fox.
“Whither away, friends?” said he.
“Oh, we are going out into the wide world,” said the Grey Goose, the Sausage, and the Cock.
“And why do you travel that road?” said the Fox.
Oh, there was nothing but tangled yarn at home: the Grey Goose grew live feathers for other folk’s picking, the Sausage was stuffed for other folk’s feasting, and the Cock crowed in the morn for other folk’s waking. That was the way of the world over yonder, and so they had left it.
“Yes,” said the Fox, “that is true; so come with me into the deep forest, for there every one can live for himself! and nobody else.”
So they all went into the forest together, for the Fox’s words pleased them very much.